#dutyworn

[arcanumsolitude]

@dutyworn sent: "i'll come back for you. i promise." -> jack

"You better, Shepard, I'm not looking to sit around here for long and end up bleeding out. I'm haunting you if that happens." Jack's words were spoken roughly, a sneer crossing his facial features, followed up by the sound of him biting down a pained hiss by gritting his teeth. Their hand pressed down against the - fortuntely - not fatal wound, the bullet having gone right through but they weren't going anywhere for a little bit. "Just hurry it up already." His virtue had never been patience, his eyes narrowed in her direction.

#dutyworn #☾✧ NO SUCH THING AS A GOOD WAY TO GO [ JACK // IC. ]

[anderwhohn]

@dutyworn asked: "Do I have to ask permission to do anything, now?" / for nihlus, i got no context at all

"When your actions put the security of the entire galaxy at risk? Perhaps you should," Nihlus growls in frustration. He hadn't put much thought to allowing Shepard and her squad go on ahead while he finished up some work on the Normandy before joining them on the Citadel, only to be interrupted by an Alliance Rear Admiral making an 'inspection', and having to use his own Spectre authority to throw him off the ship, consequences be damned.

"It might not seem like it due to the publicity and media attention that you've fallen under, but as a Spectre, your missions are classified, Shepard. The only ones who have authorisation to perform an inspection on this ship and crew are those who have Council approval through the offices of Special Tactics and Reconnaissance."

Shaking his head, he sighs wearily as he explains, "While the crew itself may be mostly Alliance military, the Normandy is currently 'on loan' to the Citadel Council, and as such is considered a part of the Citadel Fleet. The Alliance does not have the authority to perform inspections right now."

"While I ensure everything is as secured as possible in my quarters, I do have highly sensitive classified information unrelated to our overall mission stored, that could have been compromised had the Admiral gained access to it."

#dutyworn #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #cool under pressure ( nihlus kryik ) #shipverse || wren shepard / dutyworn ( nihlus ) #wren shepard || dutyworn ( nihlus ) #connection / dutyworn ( nihlus & wren shepard ) #there was a point to this story ( answered ) #//pretty sure i remember you saying wren allows the inspection #//you're not online at the moment #//so correct me if i'm misremembering

[afterdeaths]

— ❝ @dutyworn / gets URI .

HE'D BEEN WANDERING AGAIN, HEAD stuck so deftly into the clouds it was a wonder that Uri would ever come down. There was a novel in his brain, it had been tinkering around for days now, threatening to come loose and yet he just couldn't quite pin it down. Tantalizing and threatening to drive him MAD. His head tilts up at the stars, and then down, and too-white teeth grind a toothpick between his lips.

Hm.

Well, he was quite lost. Which wasn't a problem ! In fact, he LOVED getting lost. Uri relished in not knowing where he was, where he would be going, and how to get back to his home. It was thrilling, left him with a pep in his step until he sees her. Was that blood or was that just a trick of the evening light? The dull glow of a street lamp his only REAL viewpoint.

Double hm.

❝ You... alright there, darlin' ? ❞

#dutyworn #「 ʟɪғᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ━ uri. ( ic )

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    😀 — 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐩𝐜 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?

                                  ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐒𝐎, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 your fault (as you know, Havu) that I’m here to begin with. And unless you’ve subsequently forgotten *teases*, we lived together from October 2019 to October 2021 (and I happily got to meet you in person before that in June 2019). I HAVE ALSO HAD THE GOOD FORTUNE to meet my dear Nonny ( @batteredoptimist​ ) in September 2022. Also I’m mutuals with a writer friend here (not RPC though) who I have also met in person back in 2017. I would also love to have the chance to get close to / meet more of my mutuals, but alas I am shy and awkward and poor. But you know, I’m quite happy to have met the three of you, in any case! Also if anyone lives in Minnesota, I'm probably gonna move there next year so *eyes emoji*.

#dutyworn #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐎𝐔𝐓-𝐎𝐅-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒. #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔? #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐌𝐔𝐍 ┊ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑?

[detectiveconnor]

[ HUG ] for our muses to hug

"You shouldn't still be here, Commander." The train was leaving, and soon. Connor had provided her way through to the paperwork, the identity documents they both knew were falsified and altered only slightly (bits and pieces; her tattoo erased, hair coloured; evidence she had lived a life, had been living a life with these documents 'all her life'), but there wasn't much else he could do for her. Not in this city, at least. "The train's about to leave. You should be on it." It was safest to be somewhere else, other than the city that had sourced these documents for her. If the men involved were ever caught (and that would not happen by Connor's hand), it was best to be very far away, at the time, in a city that would never hear about it.

Connor had come to see her off at the station. Very purely, this was because he did not think there was going to be anyone else who might come to see her off at the station, and he thought she probably deserved someone to say goodbye.

"It won't stretch the way there, but I brought cash for the ride. Make sure you eat something." On this trip she was taking, to somewhere warm, and relatively close to the border. "You'll-"

Oh, he was being hugged. A moment of sharp surprise - oh! .. alright (that was nice, he thought, belatedly, only after he had thought those first two things) - and then he hugged her back.

"You'll be late," he insisted, into her hair. The station dinged warning, some overhead announcement warning the train was about to depart. With affection, "Don't come back."

#ic #kdjflsdkgjlkdgjdklsjgkldglkdsjg connor you are an ASS #dutyworn

[seeasunset]

❝ woah— what the hell happened there? ❞ / from wrens crossover verse

To be roped in

❖

❝I.....honestly do not know what happened. One moment I am trying to secure the cargo-❞ Rather, making sure everything is in the warehouse. ❝-And the next, all I hear is chaos going on. I figured you don't know as much as I do.❞

His gaze lingered a moment or two over at the murmuring crowd, increasing by the minute. Then, he tore his gaze away to stare at the other. An unfamiliar face popping up that he doesn't know. Yet. From the way she appeared, she didn't look like any normal person he saw. Perhaps someone from a noble house? A different organization he never heard of?

#dutyworn #Sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ Sᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ﹣ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ #⊰━Aѕĸ αɴѕwered━⊱

[parameddic]

"Dude. What happened to you?"

Oh, nothing much. Oh, a lizard man fell into his fire escape (which was not the top level of the building, but he seemed to have hit.... at an angle?) and covered one of his windows with blue bloooooood(?) and Carlos was out of town and a kid on the street had said, "Wow, cool costume!" as TK was standing outside above this six-foot-something ............. clothed creature, watching its breaths, shallow but even. Shallow maybe. Like, in relation to a human's, shallow. In relation to a lizard's?

TK had adopted a lizard before, a bearded dragon. Its name was Lou the Second. Carlos had bought him for him, because they'd let Lou the First go back into alligator-lizard wilderness.

He was not looking for a Lou the Third.

Mateo was still waiting for an answer and TK, who was way too tired (up the past two nights of his "three days off" trying to figure out how to treat an unconscious lizard creature) to be answering questions convincingly, said, "I think the universe hates me."

Maybe he needed someone to... god, he was so sleep deprived, actually. The first time he had woken from one of his semi-naps, sprinkled through the day, he wondered if maybe he'd just. Made it up. But the kid had called up to him, right, and the blood was still on his window, it hadn't come off in the rain (mostly), and Cap was. Out of town, so he didn't have a way of asking her to come and, like, double check, or. Whatever.

"What did it do now?" Nancy asked, curious.

"I can't do my shift." Seriously, he just. He just couldn't. "Sorry. Came for supplies."

"Medical supplies?" Nancy watched him heft the backpack onto one shoulder. They would be short two of their three paramedic team members if he left. It wasn't much of a choice.

"Yeah. It's a really weird... it's like a.... it's a. Lizard thing."

"Is Lou Two okay?" Owen had overheard.

"Yeah." Yeah. "Um. It's bigger than Lou, it just showed up on my fire escape."

"You're ditching us for a lizard."

Dude. TK turned around to emphasise, on his way out, "It is a pretty. big. lizard."

@dutyworn

#ic #sdkfjlkdfjlskjflksjd i am not sure if this is crack or an actual ic post but i wrote it and so here it is bc i had fun #dutyworn #oh i. should actually have tagged your multi #whose................................. is it #is it the smoke one #klsjflsdkjflskdjlksdjflskdjg #anyway: wren there overhearing 'it is a Pretty Big Lizard' and tk there to grab supplies? #or just. this is a precursor to the 'i have a lizard man in my living room asking for you' conversation #smokedanced

[soulcluster-moved]

@dutyworn / wren shepard

Grounded. All of their work tracking down Saren, exposing his lies, cleaning up his messes and uncovering his true plans, all of it wasted. Gone in an instant to the council's hubris. Garrus is frustrated enough to hit something (he has three somethings in mind), and if he's feeling this he knows Shepard has to be feeling it too.

It's that thought that makes him seek her out and it doesn't take long to find her crouched near the lockers.

"I wanted to get away from the bureaucratic red tape, but in the end they're still calling the shots." Garrus shook his head. "The council didn't believe you about Saren and now that they're paying the price, they still don't want to believe you. They're never going to learn."

#c: garrus vakarian #dutyworn #im so sorry that my garrus is rusty #but also #*breathes heavily because shakarian* #pls lmk if I should adjust anything

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || send “🗣” for a conversation between the muse and the mun! / on, uh. does he ever go fuck all on the mun's plans for writing? conversation about who is truly in control || @dutyworn​​

Oh, absolutely. I’ll have one idea for a response or an ask but he’ll step in and completely correct me on how I’m supposed to approach it. 

❝ That’s because you’re not perfect. ❞

...I’m not wrong all the time. Hardly ever.

❝ That doesn’t matter. Even if you’re wrong one time out of every hundred, that doesn’t make you perfect - and that’s not a bad thing, either. ❞

...Your aptitude for telling things how it is makes your attempts at reassurance VERY odd.

❝ Pops, everything I do is odd. ❞

I MEAN, you’re not wrong.

#𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙽 - 𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃. (OOC) #𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄. (ASK) #dutyworn #SMH (affectionate) truly

[vuulpecula]

"Hang on, just hang on." What else was she supposed to do? Let go and fall into oblivion? "Here, take my hand!"

@dutyworn ❤'d for a teeny tiny starter.

#dutyworn #[ hi hey hello ! ] #[ *throws them right into some action* ] #x | v. undetermined.

[anderwhohn]

@dutyworn asked: our muses are in an arranged marriage / betrothal / nihlus, first contact war era?

There were certainly downsides to being not only one of the most highly respected and decorated Spectres in the Council's employ, but also the cousin of one of those very Councillors, when it was him that the Hierarchy and Council had agreed upon to represent the Turian Empire in this arrangement for peace with the newly discovered human race.

Nihlus knew too that part of the reason he was selected was due to his own vocal protests about the whole Relay 314 Incident, that the humans were calling the 'First Contact War'. While it certainly hadn't been a full scale war by turian standards, at least not yet, there had been enough questionable choices from the top on both sides that had eventually led to the Council's intervention and forced peace talks.

Now if only those 'talks' hadn't somehow led to the arrangement he was currently facing...

A human bondmate... Not that he had anything against humans himself - if anything, he found them fascinating and full of potential, a potential that could benefit the galaxy on a whole in the future - but the lack of choice in the matter...

He wonders if the human had volunteered herself, or she had been volunteered in a similar manner that he was. It was certainly frustrating, though looking over the dossier he'd been provided of her, she had some of the greatest potential he'd seen from her species so far.

Perhaps, once things settle a bit, he'll get back at Sparatus for this by putting her name forward as a Spectre candidate. It would certainly make his own job easier if she were a Spectre herself, rather than having to keep everything classified hidden from her. He doubts that would make their situation any easier if he was always having to hide things.

Walking through the Citadel Tower, he pauses when he spots a small cluster a humans in the atrium, most of them in business suits or military dress blues, while one human female stood out in civilian clothing. Curious, he wanders closer, enough to overhear one of the older males refer to her as 'Shepard' - his bondmate-to-be, it seems...

"Excuse me," he interrupts, stepping closer with what he hopes they understand as a friendly smile flaring his mandibles just a bit. "I couldn't help but overhear - you're Commander Wren Shepard? Nihlus Kyrik, Spectre. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

#dutyworn #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #cool under pressure ( nihlus kryik ) #shipverse || wren shepard / dutyworn ( nihlus ) #shipverse au || wren shepard / dutyworn ( relay 314 | nihlus ) #wren shepard || dutyworn ( nihlus ) #connection / dutyworn ( nihlus & wren shepard ) #there was a point to this story ( answered )

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    🖤 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 — 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞? 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭? / 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲!

                                ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ( @dutyworn )

       𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄-𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! As far as murder-vibes go, Westley’s not very trigger-happy. He’s more of a chaotic, charming little shit who can grab at a wallet or schmooze someone out of information. He’s also quick! (This being, of course, for his crime verse). 

      Crime!Westley hasn’t killed anyone in his base verse — though there are circumstances that he would kill — mostly if he felt backed into a corner and his own life was at stake. There have been a few instances in my big verses with Nonny that Westley’s been on the murdering side of a murder — the primary two were to protect James (though arguably, one could say that he killed those two people for hurting James to begin with). He wouldn’t think twice if one of his loved one’s lives were on the line — and I do think he tends to have the proper training for it. There are also verses where Westley’s been hijacked to Italy with one of his loved ones and put into Mariano’s world and forced to kill to keep them safe. He loses a lot of his soul in those verses.

     As for seafarer!Westley, it’s a different story. One of his plot points is a mutiny where his crew tries to kill him. He comes into his power and magic (angry sea god that he is though he doesn’t know it) and obliterates every single person on that ship. It’s a very, very dark arc for him. I think after that, most of the time, there’s not really any going back (except for when love saves the day because I’m a sap). Of the two main verses for him, seafarer Westley is far more prone to murder.

     As for broken hearts and broken trust — he tries to not let people close to begin with. But I’m sure there have been some broken hearts along the way.

#dutyworn #➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley mccarthy. #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ┊ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦. #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔? #blood cw #murder cw #death cw #crime cw

[hegrowings]

like this & I'll make a room inspired by your muse / blog in sims ! || accepting

for @dutyworn !! not going to lie, majority of the time spent on this was arranging the "space" side of the room and picking out the wall decor. I don't usually use the get famous content so it was fun messing around with the sci-fi set pieces to make it look like the room is in a space ship ! the other big part was the wall decor; I had this fun idea that Wren might have some callbacks to her Earth days, namely graffiti, and then I thought it would be kinda fun if she had "acquired" some other keepsakes, like signage. I included the ATM and security camera because I thought it was funny. XD

I also liked the idea of a bar cart and record player. it's been a hot minute since I've played ME so I may be misremembering, or just thinking of Warframe, but I thought those might be elements from Shepard's quarters in the Normandy. that's also why I included the little aquarium wall. and then the rest is storage, because I remember having so. much. gear. while playing ME.

I included a couple nods to Wren's sole survivor background and post-trilogy universe as well, but mostly I wanted a space that looked loved in, not lived in if that makes sense. Shepard is a busy woman, I don't imagine she gets much time to herself, but when she does she deserves to be comfortable. and, if there was one thing I gained from looking through your headcanon tag... she needs a space to represent why she does what she does, why she fights, what she's gone through and what she's capable of. she can be the indomitable commander Shepard anywhere else, but here she can remember she's human, just for a moment. and humans care, especially her.

#《 ° my stuff 》 *distant explosion* i think i did okay ! #° sealke noises ! #dutyworn #° okay to reblog !

[seeasunset]

Send ✏ (or "PENCIL") for mun to write about a muse they thought about trying to roleplay or one they are already roleplaying outside Tumblr RPC.

A muse the mun is thinking of picking up / already muse

❖

☆ I was actually thinking about adding Samantha from Mass Effect to my list! I don't see a lot of people picking her up as a muse. Then again, I've probably joined the fandom super later and missed out on everything. Even then, she deserves a lot of love.

#dutyworn #Sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ Sᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ﹣ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ #⊰━Aѕĸ αɴѕwered━⊱ #and it's funny too because I think someone mentioned to me #that I had similar energy to her as well #her and L.iara #dunno about L.iara #but I can definitely see where S.amantha comes from

[parameddic]

@dutyworn / sc.

There was something about this lady... she never came at anything trying to be mean but there were times TK thought she might have been from another world. Not even another place in life, the way she held herself he thought sometimes it was clear she could handle the heavy stuff. But she seemed to expect things to fall in different places than they fell. Anticipated things or thought she 'recognised' stuff that she didn't, and then... then there was this.

Wren wasn't interrogating him. She just didn't know what the two-year chip was. She hadn't seen one before, didn't recognise it, even given the edge she carried around she just didn't have that knowledge. He had sort of expected her to know it on sight, said the way he hesitated, when asked what the chip was. TK was not hiding it.

"It's, um..." he turned the chip over, watched the way it caught the light. A silly little ceremony, but he had carried one-year around with him on the daily and he'd carry two-years with him just the same, now he had it. Two years since the guy he'd believed was the love of his life had told him he was in love with someone else. Two years since a relapse. Two years since he'd almost died.

TK was sitting alone for now (his friends had disappeared somewhere for a game of pool), with his mineral water and sobriety-coin-turned-fidget-toy, getting acquainted with the ridges of the Roman-numeral II embossed in the centre of the coin. He offered it to her now, so she could get a better look. "It's a sobriety chip, for an anniversary. I'm two years sober, today." Lifted the bottle he was drinking from, with his other hand: "Mineral water."

#ic #dutyworn #(?) throws this in your direction #addiction tw